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Yet, blame not him, by long injustice taught
And base ingratitude, the world to shun;
Friendship and peace, till finding one by one,
His friends all faithless, and hin self undone, He can no more in confidence repose;
Joyless to him, sweet bloom and summer sun! His, oft a heart, tho' bleeding with its woes, That pants the friend to meet, and could forgive its foes !